Today I woke up a bit under the weather but with rest I have conquered the yucks in time to welcome some friends over for a football Sunday.
There is nothing that stuck out the most to me today but there are a few things that I’d like to mention that caused me to pause.
First, while I was resting I began to read a book that was recommended to me when I was at the conference for raising awareness about human trafficking. The book is called “The Slave Across the Street” by Theresa Flores. It is a memoir of a woman who was a victim of domestic slave trade. I’m in the beginning but already her story fuels the fire that draws me into wanting to bring awareness to young women today of the true danger that is a reality in our own back yard. We have the misconception that it is only foreign girls brought into the states to be ‘slaves’ but in reality there is a very dark world within own neighborhoods holding our daughters hostage with fear and threats. Needless to say reading this book is more like working than relaxing.
Then we had our friends come over to watch football. This is interesting for me being that I’m not really one that gets into football but I do like to have my friends over. 🙂 I think what is interesting about this evening is that the small group that we had over are just a segment of a large group of friends I like to call family. As I was listening to my friends discuss the plays, the teams and whatever else is football related it made me realize that though I don’t have this in common with them I love them just the same. 😉
I cherish this about my ‘family of friends’….we are all different. Some of us have kids the same age so we have that in common, some of us have been on a retreat together that has bonded us together and some of us have served on retreat teams together that formed the bond…regardless of what brought us into the same circle one thing remains – love. There is not a formula I have that makes up a good friend because what I’ve come to realize is that I love my friends for their unique individuality.
Too often we try to put people in a box and categorize or circle them up and type-cast but I cherish my family of friends because there is no way to force me into a mold. You won’t hear someone say ‘Shannon would never be friends with…” because you don’t know. Most likely the person who would try to say ‘Shannon would never’ is the one I wouldn’t be friends with. 😉 lol
Sleep is calling my name. Tomorrow is a new day.
Blessings
Shannon